A Journey to the Heart of Bishoftu

As the sun began its gentle ascent over the horizon, I found myself embarking on a journey that promised to be as enchanting as the tales of old. The day trip to Debre Zeit, or Bishoftu as it is locally known, was a chance to explore the breathtaking crater lakes that have long captured the imaginations of travelers. My guide for the day, Mamo, was a kind and jovial soul, whose company added a layer of warmth to the crisp morning air.

Our first stop was the renowned Bishoftu Lake, a place steeped in local lore and natural beauty. As we stood on the crater rim, the view was nothing short of sensational. The lake, with its deep blue waters, seemed to whisper secrets of the past, tales of sleeping devils and mischievous spirits. It was a scene that evoked a sense of nostalgia, reminiscent of the tranquil train journeys I often write about, where time seems to stand still, and the world unfolds in a slow, deliberate dance.

The Allure of Lake Hora

Our journey continued to Lake Hora, the wildest of Bishoftu’s lakes. Nestled amidst lush vegetation, the lake was a haven for birdlife, their songs creating a symphony that resonated with the soul. As we walked along the footpath, I couldn’t help but draw parallels to the scenic routes of Europe, where every turn reveals a new vista, a new story waiting to be told.

Mamo, ever the enthusiastic photographer, captured the essence of our adventure with his camera, allowing me to immerse myself fully in the experience without the distraction of technology. It was a reminder of the beauty of slow travel, where the journey is as important as the destination, and every moment is savored like a fine wine.

A Farewell to Remember

As the day drew to a close, we found ourselves at the Kuriftu Resort and Spa, where a delightful lunch awaited us. The resort, with its serene ambiance and exquisite cuisine, was the perfect setting to reflect on the day’s adventures. It was here that I realized the true essence of travel lies not just in the places we visit, but in the connections we make along the way.

Later that evening, I was touched by the kindness of the ETT staff, who ensured my safety and comfort throughout the day. Their genuine care and hospitality were reminiscent of the camaraderie found on long train journeys, where strangers become friends, and every encounter leaves a lasting impression.

As I made my way back to my hotel, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the experiences of the day. The crater lakes of Bishoftu had not only offered a glimpse into the natural wonders of Ethiopia but had also rekindled my love for the art of slow travel, where every journey is a story waiting to be told.